My son, Abdullah, was killed by the Myanmar army. He was 28. He took care of me. I fled for my life along with fellow villagers. I can barely walk, but somehow managed to reach Dhankhali Char to cross the Naf river into Bangladesh.

I am visually impaired. I beg at Thaingkhali unregistered refugee camp to survive. I am from Charicomb in Maungdaw. I am staying in the place for the last seven days, but could not find a medical centre. I need to consult an eye doctor.

I do not know where I could find a medical camp for the visually impaired.

I am glad I came here. At least nobody is killing me. People here are generous, they are giving food.

Jannat Ara, 25

My leg was paralysed when I was a child, as a result I could not get married until now.

My father and mother had died a few years ago, and we lived in the village of Morikhong in Maungdaw on our own.

When nearby villages came under attack, I gave some 300,000 Myanmar Kyat to two young boys from my village to help us reach Bangladesh.

Currently, I am staying at shed number 19 in Block D of Kutupalong registered camp in a home of one of my relatives.